Reason flies When following the senses, on clipped wings.

In judgement be ye not too confident, Even as a man who will appraise his corn When standing in a field, ere it is ripe.

A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.

Many have justice in their hearts, but slowly it is let fly, for it comes not without council to the bow.

Love, that exempts no one beloved from loving, seized me with pleasure of this man so strongly, that, as thou seest, it doth not yet desert me.

All your renown is like the summer flower that blooms and dies; because the sunny glow which brings it forth, soon slays with parching power.

Love and the gentle heart are but the same thing.